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Nastas’ia Volkovicha
House phone in my left hand Cell in my right Going down my contact list Everything will be alright Notifying people that we know and love A loss of someone dear to us Now in heaven above
I find myself crying On speed dial 6 Right after my daughters Yehudah I find I need to call him To hear his calm voice Letting me know It was not his choice
But he will not answer Not this adopted father of mine For it is for him These calls I need mine His voice has so given His shoulder to cry
No more will I hear him "It will be all right" In this quiet moment My tears finally fall For Agnes and Becca For our family all
A simple man of wonder A man who did care Who left this earth With many who care
May his crossing Have been easy May he find delight May we all know his words "It will all be alright."
Nastas'ia Volkovicha Rose Johnson August 9th, 2009 |
